Sabbath's - Wendell Berry
We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see
Ahead, but looking back, the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.
When we convene again
to understand the world,
The first speaker will again
point silently out the window
at the hillside in its season,
sunlit, under the snow,
and we will nod silently,
and silently stand and go.